Through the sands of time, I thought,
As the days toil and wrought,
As summer becomes frost,
As two lovers are bound to be star-crossed,
As sure as bombs cause holocaust,
The pain will be gone, I thought,
I was wrong, I lost.

Through the ****** tear stains,
Questions are making me insane,
Can any soul’s wisdom explain?
Is love is a boon or bane?
Down the memory lane,
I meet my old swain,
Trying to break free,
my efforts are rendered vain.

Smile does not beam, even in my dreams,
Hopes don’t rise, in these damped eyes,
As night falls, winged seraphs call,
Thereupon, it’s again dawn.
Nova Scorman